"Yeah... Right now I'm trying to get in on the ground level in sportscasting for Miami Dolphins football, but I don't really know for sure how it'll go. I'm built like a dancer, not a football player, so that part of life never really worked out for me, but I love talking about it, so maybe talking about it on TV will work out someday." He shrugged. "You surf?" he asked suddenly, with a huge grin. "I love to surf, dude... I learned when I spent a summer in California. I guess growing up here made it pretty easy to be able to do that. You're an artist, too? That's kinda cool... I can't even draw good stick people."

"I'd agree with that, from what I've heard. It sounds like the fun kind of goes on around him and he never really taps into it. But I hope that he and Blaine make it work. They're both awesome guys... They deserve it." In the midst of the silence, Jeff was just about to get up and tell Nick to have a good one so he could head home, when something else stopped him and he met Nick's gaze again. "So... Why exactly did we hate each other again?" he asked, weird question though it may be. "Cuz I seem to remember you as this big asshole, but... You're kinda not."